Rook (VII.)

I don't understand that time I had to wait. Rhiel had gone to re-up, and I wasn't about to leave and come back and cause a bunch of traffic. In the TV room, billows of milky smoke wrapped behind her husband like the back of a wispy, gnarled chair, enfolding his sturdy ebony arms and anointing the heads of his accomplices sitting around him. His ethereal majesty faded into vapor then, lighter than the cash in my pocket.